"Fuck, you're so wet," he hummed against my lips, before pressing firmly into me.
I giggled.
"Well, we are showering, aren't we?" I mused, my arms wrapping around his slick neck. His hard-on pressed against my inner thigh as the space between us d...
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BREA
Did I mean to appear like a raging cunt? No, I didn't. But the closer he got to my hidden panties, I couldn't help but freak out. I had gone shopping less than twenty-four hours ago to jump start my sexual journey. And I do not need to be embarrassed in front of a hot guy in my complex.
That was the last thing I needed. But I also didn't want him thinking I was some Kraken, or god forbid, Karen. All I could muster was the courage of a cowardly lion and a feeble, "I got it".
God forgive me, I am your worst creation; I thought to myself. My body rolled over on the mattress as I tried to find comfort in my new home.
My dad had left a few hours ago, my apartment now fully furnished and ready to be unpacked. But as I tossed myself around my bed, I couldn't bring myself to open a box.
After days of heaving boxes up the stairs and lugging furniture around tight corners. I was exhausted and direly needed a break with Netflix and good food.
I peered over at the clock as I read the digital timestamp: 01:11a.m.
Sheesh, how can I be awake and hungry right now? I thought to myself as I pushed myself off the mattress. Before I could think of sleep, I had to settle the rumbling mess in my stomach. Despite finishing up moving earlier that evening, the kitchen was more than equipped to satisfy my hunger for the time being.
Stumbling to the living room, I flicked on the light.
The small apartment illuminated in fluorescent lighting, before I turned the corner into the kitchen. For a thousand a month, the apartment wasn't too bad. The living room had extended at least ten feet, and the balcony had a dream view. And the kitchen, though small, had upgraded amenities, with a full washer and dryer set stuffed in the back corner.
It was perfect for me, especially being on the fourth floor.
Rummaging through the pantry, my hands clasped onto a box of noodles and jar of spaghetti sauce. I pulled out the contents before setting it on top of the counter. From the outside of my front door, I could hear the commotion of my new neighbor(s). Their stumbling feet tripping over one another as they barreled down the hall.
"Dude, keep it down. I don't want the lady next door to raise a fit," a man's voice called out.
My brows furrowed as I started to gather a pot of water.
"Dude, it's Friday night--" buuuurp "and barely one in the morning. You said she looked young, she's probably out fucking some douche bag as we speak," a different man replied. His sentence interrupted by his own belching wasn't the worst part of his response. It was the fact he assumed I would be going out after moving into a new apartment.
